Road Angel - The Doobie Brothers

I was ridin' down that highway

Silver Harley by my side

When I thought I saw my lady

She was headed for the Berkely Hill

Pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill

I don't believe it

Don't believe a word

I don't believe it

Don't believe a word

I said come on with me baby

Don't you want to ride with me

She put her hand into her bag now

Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce

Sneakin' 'round the corner

Drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't believe it

Don't believe a word

I don't believe it

Don't believe a word